CRAVING HER CURVES: The Complete Curvy Series

by Erin Havoc

  She gasps. “I thought you hated me.”

  “What I feel for you is far from hate,” I press my body against her, and I let her feel the steel rod in my pants. I wait for her response with bated breath.

  And she groans.

  My other hand comes to the back of her head and I fist her hair. She lets me. She not only lets me but she cocks her head further back, her hands coming to my hips.

  Her eyes are glazed in unmistakable lust.

  “I’m starved for you,” I tell her, leaning forward and breathing her in.

  She licks her lips. “Then why don’t you eat me?”

  A groan escapes me just before I crash my lips against hers. She moans with the contact and grips my pants between her fingers. I pry her lips open and sweep my tongue over hers.

  Cherry presses her whole body against mine, every inch and every curve, and I’m about to explode with how much I want this woman.

  And from the way she’s slowly grinding against me, I’m sure she wants me back.

  7

  * * *

  CHERRY

  This is so wrong.

  But it tastes so good.

  Tyler’s kiss is powerful and demanding. I feel it in my entire body. With his hand still pulling the hair on the back of my head, he takes full control of our interaction. He devours me. He sets my body on fire.

  My panties shouldn’t be growing damp. I shouldn’t be kissing my best friend’s much older brother.

  But he tastes so sweet, and that hard thing pressed against my lower body… It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.

  He’s every dirty fantasy clashed into one. His kiss is fiery as he leans me further back, getting another angle of this. I’m a mess, gripping his hips and bucking like I’m mad against him.

  Heat flares between my legs. All the years I’ve never had any sexual contact because I was pinning for this man comes crashing down on me right now. My skin is sensitive, tingling for his touch. Tingling for more, more.

  Tyler groans against me, the sound reverberating from his chest to mine. I’m pressed flush against him, and the hand that cupped my face gently comes down to grip my hips hard.

  I moan. The sound that leaves me is devoid of shame and sense. I just want him.

  My body craves for his.

  Tyler’s member presses hard against my belly, and I push my breasts back against him. My puckered nipples ache, desperately seeking friction from my shirt. I want his hands on me. All over me.

  The kiss grows frenzied and I’m putting my whole soul in it. In this one chance, this one contact.

  How crazy would it be if Liz got in and found me mounting her brother?

  The thought is like a bucket of cold water. Guilt drops through me.

  I pop my lips from his, stepping away. My fingers itch to touch him again, to explore his chest and his skin, so I take yet another step back. Tyler’s face is flushed as he blinks in confusion.

  “Cherry?”

  Numb, forcing myself to swallow, I shake my head. “We can’t do this. Liz will freak out.”

  Tyler frowns as he approaches me. I should step back, but my body is cold, aching for his warmth.

  His hands come to my hips and they settle there like that’s exactly what they were meant to do.

  “Cherry,” he licks his swollen lips. I’m out of breath just to see how much he wants to kiss me again. “I want you.”

  “I want you too,” my voice is a breathy wanting whisper. My traitor hands come up to his shoulders, arms, rubbing over his pecs. “I’ve been wanting you since the first time I saw you. But we can’t do that.”

  “Because of Liz? She’ll get over it.”

  “She doesn’t know I’ve had a crush on you since forever,” the words pour from me in a weak attempt to make him understand. “She’ll know I’ve lied. Or she’ll think I’m only doing this because I need money.” I shake my head, “She’ll be pissed, I’m sure. She’s always been against age-gap relationships.”

  “I don’t care—”

  “I do!” I finally manage to push myself away from him. His hands drop from my hips and I step further away, closing my hands in fists so I won’t touch him again. “I do care about what she thinks of me. How couldn’t I? She’s my best friend. I can’t betray her.”

  “So we’ll explain to her the whole thing. I’m not willing to let you go now that I know how you feel.”

  Gritting my teeth, I shake my head. “Just give me some time to think this over.”

  I ignore him calling my name, even if I love how it sounds on his lips. Striding to my room, I go straight for the window and crack it open. I need air. Fresh, cold air to clear my fuzzy, erotic thoughts.

  What hits me is a freaking blizzard.

  Shutting the windows quickly, I pat the snowflakes off my hair and face and stare at the outside. The storm has finally arrived, way earlier than expected.

  Oh, no. Liz.

  Reaching for my phone, I unlock the screen the moment it beeps with a new message.

  Liz: Guess who’s stuck in the airport with a blizzard.

  Cherry: Wait it out, Liz. Don’t come this way.

  Liz: I know. I don’t have a death wish. I didn’t bring my charger. :(

  Cherry: Is your mother pissed already? She can distract you. With hatred.

  Liz: She’s doing her best to keep me very distracted.

  Cherry: We’ve just put the turkey in the oven. Should we take it out?

  She doesn’t answer me right away. I tap my foot to the floor, my heart still unquiet.

  My teenage crush has the hots for me. Who could tell?

  Gawking out the window, I go over Tyler’s words, swooning all over again. He skipped last year’s Holidays because he’s not able to keep his hands from me.

  I’m dying to have another taste from him. Just a teeny-tiny one. If Liz and her parents spend the night at the airport, maybe Tyler and I could have other sorts of fun…

  My body warms up at the thought. Hope flickers in my chest, though I feel guilty for it. Sensations crash into me like a freight train.

  My phone beeps.

  Liz: Ty’s told us to spend the night at the airport. Mom loved the idea. Guess that’s what we’re going to do.

  I’m too horny to be upset now.

  Cherry: It’s safer this way. We’ll put the food away and eat tomorrow. We’re spending the weekend here anyway.

  Liz: Sorry to leave you alone with him. At least there’s a bunch of books there to distract you.

  Cherry: It’s okay, he’s not that bad. Hope you have a tolerable night.

  Liz: I doubt it. Xx

  Guilt churns in my chest.

  But when I turn around, Tyler’s leaning oh-so-casually against the door frame, his wide shoulders cut out from the lights of the corridor.

  And I have no intention of sending him away.

  8

  * * *

  TYLER

  Cherry abandons her phone over the bed and sways her delicious hips to where I stand by her door. I’m sure Liz’s already warned her she won’t be coming back tonight.

  We’re alone. Me and temptation herself.

  And I have no intention of keeping my hands from her any longer. My fingers itch to touch her again, to tunnel into her hair, to grip her hips and pull her against me.

  I’m starved to taste her, the whole of her.

  I’m salivating to drink from her pussy. I’m aching to ram my cock inside her until she’s screaming my name.

  “Liz isn’t coming then.” She says as she stops in front of me. Heat coats her words. “Better turn the oven off.”

  “Already did.”

  Several beats pass. We stare into each other’s eyes.

  “It’s only us,” she says.

  “Only us,” I repeat. “That’s all that matters.”

  Without another second, I grab her face and I kiss the air out of her again.

  Cherry doesn’t pull back. She doesn’t even try. With a mo
an, her body glues to mine, perfectly molded. Her curves fit me as if we were made for this.

  Her taste intoxicates me. The brush of lips grows to a violent clash. She’s not pushing me away anymore. No, her fingers curl around my shoulders and down my chest. I press her against the door frame and Cherry’s answer is a hot, needy murmur.

  “Tyler,” she breathes, and it almost drives me mad.

  I want to hear my name in her mouth every single day. Running my hands down her frame, I find her hips, her perfectly round hips that have been waiting for my hands to grab them.

  “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe I managed to hold back for this long.”

  Her nails bite into my skin and she finds the hem of my shirt in a moment, tugging it up. “I want to touch you.”

  Her every wish is my command and I pull the shirt out. Hers come along.

  I stare, hungry and desperate, into her chest. Cherry pulls her shoulders back, tilting that eighth Wonder of Nature up. That laced bra is coming off in a moment.

  My hands find her tits and I dive my face between those beauties. I smell her in, that amazing smell that makes my dick hurt.

  She claws at my scalp, moaning as I find her nipples through the fabric of the bra and pinch them. Her hips come against mine, again and again, harder and faster.

  “If you keep doing this, sweetheart,” I tell her, bringing my face up to kiss her cheek, her jaw, “we’ll have to go to my bedroom.”

  “Oh,” she rolls her hips against the steel rod in my pants and it takes every ounce of my restraints not to rip her pants off and fuck her right then and there. Which would be a waste. “I’m sorry, do I look like I don’t want it?”

  “Naughty,” a grin forms in my face and I don’t hide how much of a fiend this woman is turning me into. “You are one naughty girl, Cherry. Behave. You’ve been driving me mad.”

  Her nails rake their way down my chest, hard, until she reaches the waistband of my pants. She curls her fingers around my erection, white hot pleasure running through my veins.

  I growl against her. A warning.

  She tilts her chin up, her lips parting, a smile clinging to that sexy mouth of hers. Then, she sucks her lower lip between her teeth.

  “What are you going to do if I don’t behave?”

  Bringing a hand up, I grab her jaw and hold her in place then I use my other hand to pull on her hair. She groans as she lets me pull her head back, exposing her throat.

  Slowly, I bring my face down and run my teeth in the column of her neck. She shivers, goosebumps covering her arms. Her nipples pucker through her bra, and I bite the skin over her pulse for a moment as I run my fingers down her body.

  Over her belly to the waistband of her pants. I undo the button of her jeans and slide straight inside her panties.

  Cherry jumps but I hold her tight in place. A hand still around my cock, the other fisting my hair, I let her squirm against me as I find her core.

  She’s so fucking wet. So ready for me.

  Cherry’s abandoned her defiant pose. She’s mine, completely mine.

  “Oh, Tyler,” she trembles, holding herself up against me.

  “Fuck, sweetheart,” I groan against her neck, sucking her skin between my teeth. I nibble on her, intent on leaving my mark on her. I part her lower lips, covering my fingers in her juices. She quivers around me, and I prod at her entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

  “Tyler,” my name comes out shaky. “I really want this.”

  I pull back, holding her jaw in place as I brush my lips against hers. “What do you want?”

  Circling her entrance with a finger, I watch her eyelids flutter. She bucks her hips against my hand and my finger slides inside her. We moan in unison.

  She’s tight. Her muscles clamp down on my finger and her whole body trembles against mine.

  “I want this, Tyler,” she breathes against my mouth.

  I lick the seam of her mouth. “Say it. Say it, love.”

  She sucks her lip between her teeth. Lust clears from her gaze for a second as I pull my finger out from her.

  “I want you to pop my cherry.”

  9

  * * *

  CHERRY

  My brain is so sex-crazed right now I’m ashamed of the words that leave me.

  At first, I wanted to be sexy. I was going to say, “I want you to ravish me”. But “ravish” is such an English major word. So I thought of “take me”.

  Kinda slutty? I don’t know.

  My mind is fuzzy. His cock is so big. And it’s so hard because of me.

  At the same time I think about him taking me, I take the mental note of mentioning I’m a virgin. Because I’m very virgin. I’ve never done anything apart from kissing some boys. None of them held a candle to Tyler. I couldn’t even get aroused with them.

  “I want you to take me” and “remind him I still have my cherry” mixed in my lust-filled mind.

  It came out tacky as hell.

  My cheeks flare up. I’m so flustered even my neck is on fire.

  But by the way Tyler’s gaze darkens, I don’t think he minds all that much.

  As he picks me up in his arms, my breasts pressed against his neck, and strides to his bedroom, I’m sure it aroused him.

  Before I can say anything about him not having to carry me, we’re standing by the edge of his mattress. He lowers me down slowly as if I weighed nothing.

  Tyler turns the lights on as I pull myself higher on the bed. He unbuttons his pants as I unbutton mine. He’s helping me out of them next.

  I’m breathing hard as I take him in. He looks sculpted out of marble, all defined muscles, and elegant angles. He’s only in his boxers and my mouth waters to the sight of his member.

  Definitely huge.

  I lick my lips. “Tyler,” I meet his gaze as he kneels on the mattress and parts my legs. “I want to take you in my mouth.”

  He grunts. “You shouldn’t say these things.”

  “Even if I want to?”

  He lowers his body above mine. His cock presses against my core, sending a new wave of shivers and warmth crashing over me.

  Tyler kisses me. He doesn’t seem to get tired of my taste, and I’m so glad about it. I’m so glad because his kisses are amazing. They make me feel delectable. Make me feel wanted.

  Bringing my hands around his neck, I pull him closer, my breasts spreading under his chest. His touch on my arm leaves a trail of fire, up to my neck, lower over the swell of my breast.

  He unclasps my bra behind me and pulls it away. His hands fondle my breasts, then his mouth and his breath caress my skin softly.

  Tyler flicks my nipples with his tongue, then sucks them into his mouth until I’m a quivering mess, clutching his hair and bucking against his shaft. He’s patient, but I’m needing him badly.

  “Tyler,” I try to sound sure of myself, but I’m melting under this hot man. “I want you to take me.”

  “And I will,” he kisses the hollow of my throat before kissing his way down, between my breasts, over the rolls of my stomach. “But I need to make you come at least once. And I’m parched to taste you.”

  I tremble, releasing a shaky breath with the promise. Tyler kisses his way down over my panties, his hot breath making me soak through the flimsy cloth. I fist the sheets under me as he pulls my panties out.

  He stares so hard at me I grow self-conscious and try to press my knees together. But Tyler holds them apart, his dark gaze snapping up to me.

  “You look amazing, Cherry. Don’t hide it from me.”

  And just like that he’s kissing my mound and prying my legs apart to have complete access to my pussy. I’m gasping for an unreachable breath even before his lips reach my center.

  The way Tyler kissed my mouth? He does the very same thing to my pussy. Thorough, demanding. He covers me with his saliva and devours me like a starved man and his last meal. He seesaws his tongue between my folds until pinpricks of light flashes on the back of my ey
elids.

  My back shoots out from the bed and pleasure rockets through me. I’m crying out for God, for Tyler, for his amazing mouth. I’m saying non-sense and muttering profanities. He sucks my nub between his lips and he makes me see stars.

  I’m teetering on the edge in a few minutes. Curling my toes, fisting his hair, the sheets, and thrashing around in his bed. The pleasure is intense and blinding, the pressure between my thighs growing by the passing second.

  I rock my hips, holding his face in place. I’m unapologetic, and he doesn’t care. He feasts on me until I forget my name.

  But I don’t forget his — no, it’s on the tip of my tongue as I climb that high and a furious orgasm crashes over me. I scream his name until it echoes off the walls, and I thrash and try to fuck his face like a wild animal, but Tyler holds me in place. He holds me tight as the orgasm wavers and pulls back, and I try to make him stop, but he keeps going.

  He’s not done with tasting me.

  Tyler licks me clean, and he ravages my pussy with his lips. I’m over-sensitive, but my hips still roll and he pushes me off the edge once more even before my body has relaxed completely.

  My skin prickles as I soak on that afterglow, floating in semi-consciousness. His hot body presses against mine and his lips find my neck, my collarbones, my ears.

  Tyler kisses my face until I manage to open my eyes. His gaze is dark with feral satisfaction as he smiles down at me.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Great,” I slur, lazy and slow. But the next second, I feel him against me. The head of his cock, swollen and twitching against my entrance, waiting. My whole body jolts to full-lust once more. My pussy clenches, anxious to have him. I hold him around his shoulders and bring my legs around his waist, spreading myself for him. “I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve been touching myself thinking about this for so long.”